Текст песни Тартак - О-Ля-Ля

I'm in trouble - there's no peace.
It was a village, and now it is a farm.
In me, like jelly, a trembling soul,
Lemon is sour, thinner than ice.
And the face is crooked, blue as a frog.
Grass is a thrill, but not a bag.
Just gave flax, changed to hemp,
I sit - I spit into the fountain, I make a cartridge out of honey.
Then I suck duchess, then I chew pills,
I'll pour salt into the water, there will be soup already.
I'm going to buy a muffler is not very cheap,
That's not my style - scared the owl to cry!

O-la-la! I'm in pain ...
O-la-la! I'm chewing ...
O-la-la! I'm in pain ...
O-la-la! I'm chewing ...

As I remember potatoes - it will be mashed,
It will be mashed, as I remember potatoes.
There is a full pan, but everything is raw.
All that raw - eat a full pan!

The stomach is heavy, buzzing like a beehive.
I'll sit back, spitting into the fountain again.
The godfather drives the calf, I rub my eye to the holes.
She has a bust! - an injury to my eyesight.
I will put a compress, beat on a tree.
It's very stressful - I throw in the grass.
The snotty grandfather climbs, pre, as if, to me!
The slap will give a mop when it catches up.

O-la-la! A slap will give a mop ...
O-la-la! When he catches up ...
O-la-la! A slap will give a mop ...
O-la-la! When he catches up with me!

My trauma, fright and abscess will pass.
They eat porridge and loaf, I sing the motif.
Then I will sell the coat, drive the barn.
Suitcase at the side - on the highway into the valley.
Here is a field border, I will look at the field.
I will reap my soul like a python.
My don, alas, I will leave you -
Worse than that sorrow, sorrow scratches me!

Oh la la! Worse than that sadness ...
Oh la la! Hurry scratches me ...
Oh la la! Worse than that sadness ...
Oh la la! Hurry scratches me ... Hurry!